C185 Poor Little Qing

The wind blew gently down, and right now, he was the only person on the road. The leaves fell down alone, and no one accompanied him, it had become a silent habit. Wherever the wind blew, there were no traces left.

There were several paths ahead but I didn't know how to choose them. When I closed my eyes and the world turned quiet and my mind went blank, I fell into a deep sleep